Chapter 393: Moving forward, Iron Blood Flow

"Ten steps forward, load ammunition, prepare to shoot!!"

"Open fire!"

When the Tatar cavalry rushed to the 70-step ranks, they could no longer move forward. No matter how thrashed the horses, they could not advance.

The speed at which they moved forward to fill the space was no longer as fast as they were killed by the muskets. The entire row of cavalry was overturned under this dense rain of bullets.

At the edge of the maximum range, many Qing cavalry thought that the cotton armor and chain mail they were wearing could withstand the bombardment of the opponent's muskets, but who would have thought that they would be penetrated by lead balls without mercy. The screams of people and horses were intertwined into a piece, and the cavalry in the back row had already begun to subconsciously pinch the mounts and slow down their speed.

The horses of the Tartar cavalry were also manic and uneasy because of the deaths of the people and horses around them. They instinctively wanted to turn, but did not want to charge forward.

Killing and Because their speed slowed down, the cavalry forward was already outside the range of Zhao Neng's musket array. At this time, Zhao Neng and the musket soldiers led by him reached the highest point in their lives, but they were definitely unparalleled. At this time, these dead soldiers of the Dengzhou Army may not be excited, but they were extremely calm. Each tactical action was perfectly completed, and it was at a speed much faster than usual.

Loading, aiming, pulling the trigger, and repeating these procedures constantly. In daily training, even in the battle just now, the Dengzhou Army's musketeers could not achieve such a fast rate of fire and rotation frequency. If they had to achieve the force on weekdays, I'm afraid that any open strips would not be pulled out, but the medicine was not loaded but the bullet would not be loaded.

But at this time, not only speed, but also amazing accuracy, while protecting comrades and themselves from facing death at close range, everyone's mental and physical states have reached the best situation.

Combining all kinds of things, they fired a ferry gun like a storm, completely smashing and destroying the Jurchen cavalry in front of them. There were four rows of 1,500 people, each row of nearly 300 people. This width and dense fire rate, the firepower density was extremely terrifying.

Although the Tartar cavalry rushed out in an evacuated formation, the width of the front could not even catch up with the musket formation and was shot at the front row without dead corners by the opponent.

Nearly a hundred steps away, he could not get close to the opponent, but was hit by the opponent's storm. Moreover, after the fourth row was hit, the first row was fired again and rotated again. In the eyes of the cavalry in the front row, these Ming people's muskets seemed endless and would not be hit intermittently.

In such a rain of bullets, staying in front of the army would also be a death, and it would be a death in vain. Who would still be willing to continue facing it? Many Tartar cavalry just saw the thin and wide-sided formation in front of them without fear of the general's guns. They gradually approached with neat steps.

This momentum has already made these Jurchen cavalry who claim to be "the elite of the world" feel afraid. Now when they are in the battle, the power of the other party is even more powerful than that shown by the indomitable momentum.

The war started in the morning. The several repetitions did not defeat the Ming army in front of him. It was obvious that the decisive opportunity had been seized several times. The other Han people were more casualties than themselves. There were casualties everywhere on the battlefield, and the air was filled with smoke and blood. The companions either died or were seriously injured, and the Tartar soldiers were not iron men. Their spirit began to tighten.

However, the main general Abatai has repeatedly found a way to win, making everyone feel that hope has not yet dissipated, and this is how to support the battle.

The cannons roared, and I thought this time would be a complete victory. No matter how much the Qing Tartars outside the pass looked down on the Ming army, they were still full of worship for this firearm, especially the artillery and large-caliber artillery. They thought it was a magic weapon, and whoever had him could move forward.

Unexpectedly, the cannons roared. The other party launched a counterattack without fear. Many cavalry could not stand it. The Tartar Jurchen cavalry was known as a national in the Qing Dynasty and was most afraid of military law, because the honor, disgrace, wealth and honor of the family were all based on military merits and violated military law. In this life, even the whole family could not turn over, and even made cattle and horses for others many years later.

Escape in front of the formation is the most serious punishment for military law, but the Tartar cavalry rushing out now no longer cares about these things and turn their horses and run towards the back of the formation.

Seeing that the opponent had left the effective shooting range of the musket, Zhao Neng did not expect that his adventure had forced the opponent back and had achieved the effect. However, he ordered to continue shooting ten steps forward.

It was this ten steps forward that completely defeated the fighting spirit and courage of the Tartar cavalry. Even the people in the back row were still hesitantly turning their horses, either running backwards, or heading to both sides. Each of them was willing to face these madmen.

The chief Huangqi chief Tan Tai was behind the queue. He had always stared at the cannons behind him, for fear that Abatai would fire behind him, but at this moment he didn't care about the back, so he could only look at the men who were retreating in a mess in front of him with a pale face. The two yellow flags were the emperor's rule, and it could be said that they were the emperor's face. But if he had such a scene today, he might be in trouble after returning to Shengjing.

The monotonous and rhythmic drum sounded in my ears again. It sounded numb just now, but now it sounded cold all over my body arose from the bottom of my heart. Tan Tai, the chief general of the Zhenghuang Banner, hesitated for a moment, and turned his horse's head and headed towards the formation.

He also found a reason for himself, thinking that the two yellow flags of the emperor were the capital of the emperor, and the weight of the words he left was the most important thing he said was the same as his overall consideration and taking into account the overall situation.

The morale that General Abatai had finally aroused before was finally aroused, was completely eliminated by the storm-like fire of the musket. The soldiers of the Manchu Eight Banners who were red in their eyes and gritting their teeth to rush out to fight were all pale at this time, and their eyes were not sure where to look.

When Abatai saw the soldiers' behavior like this, he felt that he had no strength in his body. He remembered that there was a Han man's pen tip in his mansion after Songshan that he once despised the country as "what donkey skills are poor", so why did he feel that he was like that donkey at this time?

"Isn't it cool enough yet? Fire the fire quickly, fire the fire quickly!!"

This is almost the last resort. Abatai also lost his calmness since the war started. His mobility and cavalry were far superior to the thin line of muskets in front of him, but Abatai felt that the only one who could deal with these Ming army musket soldiers was the artillery.

Just now, only artillery caused damage to these Ming troops. Abatai felt that only artillery could be effective at this time, but Yue Le, who was beside him, urging loudly:

"Turn all the North Korean musket soldiers to the front. The Han army has muskets and grounds like this. Those who hesitate will have to behead them!!"

This is the same as the fact that the generals of the Dengzhou Army took their own actions to bring the team out of the tight formation. The generals below no longer trusted the command of the chief general above. Of course, in this situation, Yue Le was Abatai's son after all, and he rashly ordered that it was difficult for him to say anything, whether it was Abatai or others.

The general Abatai was ordered to slap Yala's personal soldiers and they were all behind the artillery formation. If these gunners showed some reasons that others didn't understand and did not fire the artillery, they would kill people. The Han people were indeed unreliable. The Han people came in front of them, and the Han people fired the artillery, who knows if there would be any problems.

The artillery soldiers on the Qing Dynasty artillery formation were all complaining secretly. The heavy twelve-pound cannon was particularly troublesome when setting up the heavy twelve-pound cannon. The direction and angle were almost half fixed. In order to ensure that the range was set according to the conventional elevation angle, although the angle was not too large and not accurate.

But no matter how inaccurate it is, the Ming army and local muskets are currently within this distance, and the shells cannot hit people at all, so they will directly fly over the top of their heads. Of course, even the top of their heads cannot be touched.

However, these artillery soldiers also knew in their hearts that if they told the truth, the knife behind them would probably be cut off, and at least they would hit the gun first.

They didn't believe it. Someone could be so steadily stunned at such a close distance in front of the power of the artillery, and now they were loading ammunition quickly.

For these artillery soldiers, they could not imagine that they would move forward so far when facing artillery fields, so they surrendered to the Tartars and became traitors, but the soldiers who strode were the most outstanding soldiers and soldiers of this era, with iron will and beliefs.

The rhythm of the drums remained unchanged. The flags fluttered in the wind. The formation strode forward, between the artillery and them. The Tartar cavalry disappeared, only the artillery soldiers behind the twenty artillery guns. These artillery soldiers were dumbfounded and looked at the Dengzhou army muskets who were constantly walking in front of them.

In their eyes, this was not the Ming army at all. The ammunition had been loaded. Everyone stood there and watched foolishly, until the shouting and urging behind them woke them up. The artillerymen on the ground realized that their hands were so heavy, and their shoulders seemed to be broken.

The shells, loading, loading and cleaning the cannon chamber of the twelve-pound cannon were extremely laborious. I didn’t feel anything in the tense situation just now, but at this moment everything was relaxed, and all the feelings were revealed, and the whole person seemed to be frozen there.

He strides forward, and the musket queues coming towards this side seemed to be without these terrifying cannons in front of him, just strides forward.

The soldiers behind the gun position trembled and ignited the cannon's fuse. The loud noise of the cannon was still earth-shaking, but the distance between the opponent and the cannon was too close.

Sixty steps away from the artillery, Zhao Neng made another order to stand at attention and fire. The musketeers behind him mechanically loaded ammunition and fired flat. Their target was the artillerymen on the artillery position. At this time, those artillerymen had forgotten to escape and where could they go? Behind them were the Tartar soldiers who were supervising the battle. If they turned around, their heads would be cut off and they would not be able to escape.

"Why did I surrender at the beginning..."

Maybe someone whispered to himself, but no one could hear it clearly, and everything was drowned in the blast of the musket.

There were only a dozen artillery soldiers in the cannon position who had time to turn around and run away, but they died under the shooting of the third row of muskets. The shooting of the first and second row of muskets had killed every living person standing on the cannon position. As for those personal soldiers of the Huayala who were known as "unparalleled in bravery", they did not run slowly.

"Ama, retreat for the time being, retreat for the time being!"

Yue Le shouted anxiously beside Abatai. Driven by the vanguard camp and the white-armored soldiers, the Korean soldiers and Han soldiers holding muskets were driven to the front of the cavalry array. They reluctantly took muskets and loaded them, preparing to welcome the Dengzhou army who were strode directly across the opposite side.

"Start forward, move forward!"

Zhao Neng's voice was already a little hoarse, and the only sentence of his order was answered below. Every musket soldier shouted:

"Jiaozhou Camp, go forward, go forward!!"

The rhythm of the drum sounds still remained unchanged, and the amplitude of the pace still remained unchanged. Without hesitation, he walked towards the main formation with a large group of Tartar cavalry and infantry. Twenty cannons were flashed by, and the soldiers' queues were still neat. When they walked past the cannon positions, the musketeers of the Korean and Han army were already ready.

The distance was about eighty steps, and the Manchu and Mongolian cavalry opposite were all hiding behind the servants' musket formation, looking at the fearless Dengzhou musket troops with fear.

"Let's fire! Open fire!!"

Jiaozhou Camp will not issue such an order. This is the order from the North Korean and Han army to the top of their voices. Although it was too loud, the sound sounded very weak. Basically, the muskets were flattened. Korean soldiers and Han soldiers fired the muskets in their hands one after another, and smoke filled the battlefield.

Almost one-fifth of the first platoon soldiers of the Dengzhou Army were shot and fell to the ground one after another. The team was not in chaos. The teammates behind them automatically accelerated their pace to make up for a gap. After walking a few more steps forward, Zhao Neng issued a loud order to open fire:

"Prepare to shoot, get ready!!!"

The musket soldiers' arms were as stable as iron and stone. They aimed at the opponent in front of them and pulled the trigger. They also roared and smoke filled the gun. However, after this round of shooting, almost half of the enemies on the opposite side fell forward and lost their combat effectiveness. The extremely low morale of the North Korean and Han armed musket soldiers were extremely panicked when they saw the other party strode so fiercely, and their hands were also deformed. Moreover, for them, the maximum range of many muskets could not even reach this far. At this time, the mistakes they made were exactly the same as those of other troops in the Ming Dynasty when they used firearms.

The killing of the muskets naturally weakened a lot, but the Dengzhou army's shooting was straightforward and unambiguous. The shooting in the first row had nearly twice the effect of the opponent. The infantry of the Tartars saw their companions crying and falling down. The power and range of the muskets on both sides were completely different.

I was extremely panicked. Everyone knew whether the fire was fired at the fire of the muskets and whether the ammunition was loaded quickly, and whether the second round of shooting and the third round could be kept up in time. This was the key to the outcome.

But when he was so panicked, many movements could no longer be done, and the reloading speed was naturally much slower. However, the Dengzhou Army's musketeers were at the highest efficiency in history. The second and third rounds of bullets poured out again, and many people screamed and fell to the ground.

The infantry arrays of these servants have become extremely sparse. In order to safely load ammunition, the soldiers had to retreat constantly. The supervisory team behind them hid far away, for fear of being affected by the almost terrifying shooting of the Ming army, but their retreat was completely unable to catch up with the Dengzhou army's musket shooting efficiency.

"Ten steps forward, load ammunition, pre-preparation, open fire!!!"

"Five steps forward, load ammunition, prepare, open fire!!!"

Zhao Neng issued orders one after another, and there was actually a certain time interval for the fire of the muskets in the musket queue. The steps and procedures such as the trays, loading, etc. all took time. However, such intervals seemed to be without any interval for the Korean musket soldiers and Han soldiers who were slowly loading, as if they were constantly tilting their firepower.

After crossing the cannon formation, the Dengzhou Army's musket soldiers fired five rounds of fire. In fact, the continuous firepower was slower than the cavalry before the cannon formation. After all, the muskets were very heavy, and taking big steps forward would also consume physical strength.

However, these five rounds of shooting completely destroyed the opponent's musket array and completely lost its combat effectiveness. The Dengzhou Army's musket array kept strode forward, loading ammunition, and shooting continuously, as if a moving wall was gradually pressing over.

The so-called musket is a spear with a longer wooden handle. At this time, the musket soldiers of the Dengzhou military and local muskets kept holding the spear to assassinate the Tartars enemies in front of them.

In this case, even the supervisor team lost their fighting spirit, for fear of being killed by the Ming army who seemed to be crazy. They boarded their horses and fled back to their original formation. Just as the team of muskets continued to advance, the Jurchen horse team and Mongolian cavalry continued to pass through both sides.

But no one dared to attack. In their opinion, these people are monsters. If they get close, they will be swallowed by this terrible monster. It is better to stay away from it.

"Ama, this is a desperate battle between trapped beasts. We don't have to fight hard with them. It's not too late to avoid their limelight first and then fight slowly!"

After five rounds of shooting, there were more than 100 steps away from the original formation of the Manchu and Mongolian army. The musket queue looked a little tired, but just as the Manchu and Mongolian cavalry were about to go over and pick up the bargain, Zhao Neng, who was standing in the middle, shouted out the order in a hoarse voice:

"Soldiers, target the enemy formation ahead. Go forward, go forward!!"

The rhythm of drums sounded again. The entire team seemed to have not walked that far, and did not have such a heavy musket in their hands. They took big steps towards the main formation of the Manchu and Mongolian army. Although they were so far away, and everyone knew that the farthest range of the musket could not hit so far.

But seeing these Han troops suddenly started again, the entire Manchu and Mongolian army ranks suddenly became turbulent. The number of them at present was far greater than the more than a thousand musket soldiers in front of them. But who knows how much ammunition these madmen still have in their hands, and who knows how long this kind of shooting that seems to be without intervals can last.

Currently, the only cavalry following Zhao Neng's musket formation is the one that is close to two thousand, which is almost the only unit that has not suffered any losses in the entire battle.

But these three thousand troops were like thousands of troops, and the suffocating pressure came to his face. General Abatai was ordered to look gray and his hands were constantly strengthening. It seemed as if he wanted to squeeze out the wooden handle of the horse whip from the ground. There were so many cavalry behind him. If he surrounded him from all directions, he would definitely break the damn musket queue.

However, from the morning to the present, the bloody battles, the advantages and disadvantages have been reversed again and again, which has made Abatai no longer confident. He is still like this, let alone the military generals below.

Retreat or not. The mind was fiercely confronting, but the fire gun queues were approaching step by step. We had to make a decision. Yue Le’s eyes were red. These generals were all lined up at the front. If the Ming army and local team came over, they would probably be the ones who were subjected to the first wave of attacks.

"Ama, Ama, make a decision quickly..."

Halfway through the words, the drum sound suddenly became louder. The Manchu and Mongolian army and the horses were all frightened, but the drum sound did not come simply from the musket queue, but behind the musket array.

Zhao Neng, the general of Dengzhou Army, was shocked and issued an order to stop the entire queue. It was a short rest. He turned around and saw that the spear platoon and the remaining musket troops who were ordered to retreat to the camp were arranged in a formation. The snare drums were beating and strode forward.

The formation was like a mountain and the momentum was like a rainbow. Their commander led the army to walk in front, so that the entire army would cut off the back. He walked forward with a sigh and headed towards an army that was more than ten times more than him. He was with his brothers and his brothers, so why could he not do this?

At this time, Wang Tao was still the one who stood up. He was the second soul of the army at this moment. He held up the spear in his hand and shouted loudly:

"Whoever is willing to follow the general to kill the enemy, the men of our Dengzhou Army are not cowards who retreat! Jiaozhou Camp, move forward!!"

Every soldier in Jiaozhou Camp knew about the battle between their commander Li Meng in Qihe County, and also knew about the slogan that made people excited. Everyone thought they had the opportunity to call him. Today's death battle was exhausted both physically and mentally, but Zhao Neng's courageous move forward rekindled the passion of the soldiers of the Dengzhou Army.

The drum sounded, and the team led by Wang Tao walked in front, and the rest of the battalions followed consciously. The drummers cheered up and beat the brisk pace.

The Dengzhou army was shouting from top to bottom, from officers to soldiers:

"Forward!!!Forward!!!Forward!!!"

The entire battlefield was filled with such roars and indomitable momentum. The head general of the Tartar army, Abatai, had no blood on his face. Without waiting for Yue Le to urge him next to him, he hurriedly turned his mount and said loudly:
Chapter completed!